To be completely honest, I can see us permanently sealing our D/s relationship eventually one day. She thought she couldn’t, considering our friendship, but we were pretty much perfect for each other, in what we were looking for and what we needed. But I could see her point about potentially ruining this friendship. We bring it up to each other about twice a year and are actually close to time for our next conversation on it.
I had opted for black dress pants, black Oxfords, a white button-down shirt and a dark styled vest with a dark tie. It was my standard look. Sometimes I added a suit jacket, but not tonight.
We walked through the front door and glanced around the room, her arm casually hooked into mine. We would stay connected for the night, unless the very odd happened and we met potential matches for either of us. But I didn’t see it happening.
The room consisted of a mix of the regulars and the newbies and just like in college some newbies appeared to be in-the-know life-stylers but most were just curious. Some wore just nice clothes while others wore skin-tight latex or leather bustiers or chaps, more cliché BDSM wear, or even just a tiny thong. And a few women and one man were being displayed completely naked by their Doms/ Dommes.
Some might consider these events freak shows, but very cool people with common interests came together at these events. Honestly, it was just a community of people. And I had made some great friends over the years.
“Hi Brent!” I turned around to come eye to eye with a young blonde guy. I would call Christopher a friend and had known him for almost a year. He was bi-sexual but was desperately looking for a guy Dom. And I always got the impression that he had hoped I would swing his way.
The thing was, he was a great guy, but I didn’t. Well, I sort of have in that a guy once almost gave me oral sex when I was with Steph, which was a bit of a long story that mostly involved Steph begging me because she thought it would be hot to see a guy do that to me, but guys do not turn me on, and so it did not happen. But the guy in question was there and we kinda were in a threesome of sorts. I just wanted Steph to be happy so I let that play out.
As I think on it, while guys do not turn me on, power, control and Steph do so I might be convinced one day to control a guy, I just don’t see much if anything sexual happening as part of an arrangement.
Christopher was one of those guys who I wouldn’t call androgynous, but maybe more metrosexual. Stylish, polite, not terribly manly, he had been mistaken for being gay at these events before, which was not surprising at all. So, he was almost feminine, dressed very well and was a good-looking guy. Some would call him “pretty” with his delicate features and big eyes. Who knows? Maybe with enough alcohol and a lot of limits on what happened…
“Great to see you, Christopher.” I shook his hand and smiled at him.
“Oh, hey Steph! I should have known you would be right next to Brent.” He grinned at Steph, but she wasn’t his prey. He was just being kind per usual.
“Hi Christopher. What’s shakin’?” Steph grinned widely at Christopher before scanning the room.
“Same crowd as usual. No interesting newbies tonight. Well not yet.” As Christopher continued to talk about who was there, I glanced at Steph who was giving me that mischievous grin. I was sure she was hoping for some repeat thing but with Christopher instead of that other guy. And me letting it happen.
I gave her my settle-down-before-I-have-to-spank-you look. She took in a breath, likely remembering the last time I rolled up my sleeves and gave her an actual bare bottom spanking, and almost shyly looked down.
She and I knew each other so well that subtle gestures and looks could really communicate a lot. And in this case, we just did a little foreplay right there in front of Christopher. I knew she just got turned on. So did I.
I turned back to Christopher only to find him staring at me. I wondered if he could detect the slight mood and posture changes.
“Drinks anyone?” I smiled as I raised my eyebrows, turning from Christopher to Steph, hoping to deflect a little. She slightly smiled as she nodded her head. “Yes please.”
I knew what she wanted. Christopher quickly jumped in, “please allow me to get those for you both.”
“Sure. Thanks. Just a beer for me and a glass of white for her.”
“Be right back!”
Christopher wove his way through the crowd.
“He sooooo wants to serve you in more ways than just drinks…” Steph was grinning again as she stepped up right next to me.
I smirked at her and slapped her bottom, forcing her to let out a small squeal. She then hooked her arm in mine again and snuggled up close as we waited for our drinks.
I decided to study the crowd a little more closely.
Interestingly, these events usually saw more submissives than Dominants. Likely that was due to the fact that there aren’t a huge number of truly experienced Dominants and these kinds of things can be intimidating. Afterall, Dominants were supposed to be in control and so looking foolish here would be a pretty bad move. Regardless, the numbers were good for me.
And also good for me was that most of the submissives were women, well except for a small handful of guys like Christopher.
The room wasn’t huge, but it was big enough that people sort of blended together. But as I scanned the room, I kind of felt like I was being watched.
And so, it seems I was. My eyes locked briefly with a woman’s eyes across the room. Her eyes went wide and panicky for a fleeting second as she turned and scurried into the adjacent room. Now I would normally not care too much about this, but I was about 95% sure that the quickly exiting woman was none other than Caroline. Yep that Caroline. The one from work. The micromanaging control freak.
Now THAT was interesting. Steph caught me looking and gently touched my arm. I turned and smiled at her. She gave me the “all ok?” look. I responded with a smile and a nod. I will probably tell her later. Probably.
But more importantly I felt a bit of a charge with this knowledge.
I loved being with Steph because she was feisty and tough. I loved how she stood up to me. It made her cute. Interesting. Alluring. And sometimes it made her a challenge. I liked women who pushed back and wanted their way. I liked taming them. You can think it’s just me being an arrogant jerk or a contributing member of the controlling patriarchy or whatever, but I actually think of it as a dance of sorts. A very fun dance. And she enjoyed it just as much as I did.
And so, the knowledge of Caroline’s interest in this world just really gave me a charge. Of course, I wasn’t exactly sure if she was of the Domme or sub variety, but based on the way she reacted, I could only assume she was in the sub category.
I honestly got a bit hard as I thought about that.
“I am going to check something, Steph. Be right back, ok?” She looked confused. I reassured her by kissing her cheek and then began snaking my way through the crowd.
Once I made it to the front door without seeing Caroline, I guessed that she had escaped. I felt disappointed. I needed to know about this.
My heart started to beat faster as I thought about Caroline being there. The very same micro-manager at my company apparently had a secret need that was quite the opposite of her public persona. A secret alter-ego. Much more interesting than a superhero alter-ego, in my opinion.
You hear about older business executive guys needing the escape of being manhandled by some Domme, sometimes even a much younger woman, but this was the first time that I had seen a woman like this — a woman in power with the hidden need.
I returned to find Christopher holding my drink, waiting for me to return. Steph stood slightly behind him waggling her eyebrows, apparently still intent on getting me to soften about Christopher.
As I took the drink from Christopher and thanked him, the rise of urgency almost overtook me. I couldn’t shake the thought of Caroline. I kept calm and cool on the surface while my emotions started spiking behind the scenes. Caroline’s presence there had been stimulating. Intriguing. Enticing. I had been triggered. Majorly.
In short, I needed to fuck at that point. I needed to pin Steph down and take her. On occasion someone at these parties got carried away and just fucked in the middle of the room. That had never been me, or Steph for that matter, but I could almost tonight.
I didn’t want to leave Christopher as soon as he had been kind enough to bring us drinks, and not even as charged as I was at that moment did I want to include Christopher in what I had planned, so I managed to stay another half hour. Steph could tell something was up as she kept looking at me and studying my expressions. No hiding emotions from her as she had seen it all over the course of our friendship.
“Well Christopher, we need to head out,” I didn’t even look at Steph. If I did I might have started to strip her there.
“Oh. A shame.” And he looked like he honestly felt that way. I squeezed Steph’s hand tight, managed a smile at Christopher, quick hugs and then dragged her to the door.
“What’s going on, Brent?” I actually didn’t answer her as I urgently pulled her around to the side of the house. We wouldn’t be seen in the nearly completely dark shadows up next to the house but I could barely still see her wide eyes as I pushed her against the wall.
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